Broken Throat Blues

Before you name me to yourself
 Ascribe to me the plight
 Prefigured in my blood
 In my extinguished style, I shall
 Decipher first the themes
 Of my coagulated dreams
 And show me one holy thing
 Just one holy thing
 And maybe my broken throat
 Might open and sing
 I'm thethered to your hand
 By fine precarious thread
 In this fine, nefarious plan
 The method means the end
 Before you name me to yourself
 Before I'm nailed by the king
 Show me one lone ceremony
 That ain't as vacant as a ring
 Show me one holy thing
 Just one holy thing
 Then maybe my broken throat
 Well it might
 Just might open and sing
 But a saint is just a name
 And I ain't seen nothing yet
 And I worship and I blame
 And I love you like a threat